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Here rests his head upon the lap of earth,
A youth to fortune and to fame unknown : Fair Science frown'd 'not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
Large was his bounty; and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send :
He gain'd from Heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,)
The bosom of his Father and his God.